AshiAkira, my dear Grandpa from Japan, is a Master of Haiku. You know him because you’ve read his poems on my little blog many, many times. Many of you also know his poems from his blog AshiAkira. He wrote almost 2000 Haiku poems in 10 years. He’s the man whose poems made me write…

The Spring offers us A beautiful symphony Of colored tulips Tulips! When they bloom She jumps out and dance with them For the joy of spring This is my Grandpa AshiAkira’s beautiful response for this photo and haiku. See more beautiful photos here: Cismigiu Park – Tulips

Written by Monica … JUMP TO ENGLISH VERSION I’ve lived a life that’s full. I’ve traveled each and every highway; And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Frank Sinatra … Aceasta este expoziția mea. Voi… sunteți criticii. Eu… creatorul. … To find the right path When you are lost and lonely You…

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I felt on the wings of a dream when I saw finished my little Haiku eBook. I can’t say it was a hard work. On the contrary, it was fun and easy. I had my part of hard work, though. It was very difficult to choose what poems will not be…

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Written by Monica … JUMP TO ENGLISH VERSION Se spune că ce ți-e scris, în frunte ți-e pus. … Aceasta este expoziția mea. Voi… sunteți criticii. Eu… creatorul. … When fate is written Time doesn’t have time with no one It’s implacable … … … ENGLISH VERSION … It is said that “what is written for…

Guest Post by Gastradamus … How I long for the day of black paper. I am the lost crayon that is never used. My purpose is to be thrown at someone or chopped in half, and its about to happen. I often wonder, what it would be like to be one of the…